The 'I Can't Sleep' Monologues

Here it is - after a sleepless night due to 'Storm Eleanor', I have finally created a stand alone section of poems called "The 'I can't Sleep' Monologues".  This has been a long time coming, the usual entries on this theme merely added to my 'Poetry Misc 2' collection. However, after last night's three poem splurge due to broken sleep, I decided it was time. This Met Office - Weather forecast video (1:08-1:28 mins in) describes the sleep disturbing weather I was experiencing:


It's fascinating to see the band of rain fly over at the exact period of time I was writing poems. Here is the first that I wrote:

11:45 p.m. (Wind – Overture)

Look, wind! 

How you blow against my window pane,

Leaves me feigning sleep

As I lie here 

Disturbed by your noise. 
The rain falls with inelegance,

For to you it's irrelevance -

How it falls from the sky,

Be it straight,

Or flat lined

On the panes of my window,

A mere shadow of its former orderly self.

It's lashings come by stealth 

To prevent my slumber.

It's a wonder there's no thunder

Given the efforts you make

To keep my sleep fake.

A slight dip, then awake,

Which repeats... 

My good mood at stake.

Ah - you've gone away

And peace weighs heavy.

Oh no, silly me,

You were just getting ready

To turn and replay this dull game.

And I'd gone to bed early,

What a shame.

Copyright (a tired) EH 2018